Australia

This post has been sitting in my "Drafts" folder for ages now being neglected like an unwanted stepchild. After repeated emails from readers wondering why they cannot seem to locate the link to this post, it's finished (sorry, everyone).
First, a little background.
When I began my 2,400-mile

Sure, looking at pictures of the Outback or reading about how enormous road trains are might give you some idea of what a bicycle ride across the Outback is like, but not in the same way that video can.
So I've put together a pseudo-sequel to my Pacific Crest Trail video with a step-by-step look

When I bought a bicycle in Melbourne and decided that I was going to ride it across Australia's Outback, I literally had no idea what I was doing (but I did know how to ride I bike, so I had that going for me).
Along the way I learned a lot about bicycles, Australia, and the smell of rotting

I didn't die.
I rode a bicycle 2,428.24 mi / 3,907.04 km across Australia from Melbourne to Darwin and I didn't die.
Mission accomplished.
Today finished the longest bicycle journey of my life. Whether or not this journey will retain the title will remain to be seen.
I arrived in Darwin

"Really boring."
When people ask me how this ride has been (or, as I anticipate, when people ask me how it was), this is what I tell them.
There's no sugar-coating it, riding a bicycle across the Outback is fucking boring.
Other adjectives I commonly use to describe the experience are:

What's known elsewhere in the world as wild camping, dispersed camping, or freedom camping is (also) known in Australia as bush camping.
For those unfamiliar with the aforementioned terms, they all essentially mean that you're camping outside a designated camping area (there's a fine line between

Fifty-five days and 2,290 miles (3,685 km) without serious incident - my bicycle trip across Australia appears to be going smashingly.
That is, until today; because today, I was forced to roll the "Days Without An Accident" counter back to zero.
Yes, today I fell off of my bike (while it was

"OH MAH GAWD! Riding your bike at night is so dangerous!"
This is the most common reaction people have when I tell them I've started bicycling at night to avoid the blistering heat of the day.
However, the assumption that bicycle riding at night is somehow more dangerous than bicycling riding

The Outback is not a very hospitable place for bicyclists (mostly thanks to the flies and wind), and you can be assured that I would not be bicycling across it were it not the middle of Australia's winter.
Until now, the sun and the heat have not been too great of obstacles (the rain has had a